The dream crosses the dry mulberry trees from the bottom of the sea, splitting the clouds and driving the rain with light.
All the past that is like stone bones are preparations for death. Since we will eventually bid farewell to this world, is there any belief that allows us to live toward death?
The deep sea will not be heated by a cup of boiling water, but I will build towering monuments for you on top of the ruins created by time.
Intention: Obsession is the most absurd form of romance and loyalty.